Wooing baby

First of all, let me start by saying that on my birthday I officially scratched something off of my birthday list.  One down, 35 items to go.  The item to get done?  Complete this Strengthfinders assessment that was part of a book that a friend gave me a couple years ago.  Turns out my strengths are:  Maximizer (which means that I focus on strengths as a way to stimulate personal and group excellence), responsibility (I take ownership of what I say I am going to do), Input (I have a craving to know more), Believe (I have certain core values that are unchanging and they give me a defined purpose for life), and empathy (I can sense the feeling of others).  Yeah, that’s fairly accurate but can it be any less exciting?  Seriously, I wanted my strengths to be activator, connectedness, harmony, restorative, and woo.  Aren’t those words so much more fun?  I mean, seriously, someone’s strength can be woo?  If we’re wondering why all the junior high boys did not beat a quick path to my locker, well,  it’s because I lacked woo.   Nonetheless, without or without woo, I get to scratch something off my list and that’s pretty cool. 

I am, however, having a fun time wooing baby into loving books.  Up until this past week, baby has not been so into the books which, as you might imagine, hurt my feelings.  But, finally, baby’s attention span is lengthening and his need for constant activity is lessening and so he is now willing to sit in my lap and have me read to him.  Be still my beating heart!  Book of the week?  Please Baby Please by Spike Lee and Tonya Lewis Lee.  I dig it, too, which is good since I have to read it 15 times in a row.

In other news from around the world of baby, he’s learning what different phrases mean and that’s pretty cool.  When I say ‘it’s time to eat’, he walks over to his high chair.  He also goes to his brown chair in his bedroom when we’re sititng in the living room and I say it’s time for night-night (and he tries to say night-night which is pretty darn sweet) because he knows that’s where we cuddle before he goes to sleep, and, finally, he goes straight to the changing table in his bathroom when I say that we need to change his diaper.  And he stands there and looks at me, waiting for me to lift him up onto the table.  Go little guy.  Seems he has woo in his bucket of strengths!